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I married my husband because he was the first guy I felt safe with after I was raped in college. 13 years, 1 kid, and several mental breakdowns later, I realized that I made a mistake. He’s a “nice” guy, but this just isn’t working out. I’m so lost.

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I’ve never wished harm on another person in my life. Until now. When I wake up and check the headlines in the morning I genuinely pray that the president has died of natural causes so our country can start to heal and move on.

I have to predict everything and do it before it’s needed to have any peace, in family and work. It makes me want to kill myself. I would do it, but I imagine DH would complain I didn’t make it look like an accident so he wouldn’t get insurance $.

My boyfriend is proving to be useless! He couldn’t even bother to pay his own ticket before his court date, isn’t helping with the bills, and has become emotionally detached. When the F did I sign up to be a single mom to him and his kids too?

Boss flat out refuses to give me a raise after 2 yrs. Left my job of 12 . yrs for this shit where I thought it would be better and while the environment is, I’m still making shit pay and ready to take my old job back.

I’m wearing my “dumb” pair of underwear today. The pair that gets all bunched up no matter what. I was trying to fix it and yelled “stupid underwear!” I totally forgot I was in the ladies room at work. Which was filled with people.

Never said this out loud and act like I’m kicking motherhood’s ass but really I want to give up, send DS9 to live with his dad and figure out what makes me happy and feel alive – because being a mom is killing me slowly. Each. Day. Each. Minute.